The light was leaving and the west it was blue The children's laughter saying they're skipping just like the stones they threw The voices echoed across the ways, it's getting late It was just another night with the sunset and The moon rise not so far behind To give us just enough light To lay down underneath the stars listening to Papa's translations of the stories across the sky, we drew our own constellations The west winds often last too long But when they come down nothing ever feels the same Sheltered under the Kamani tree waiting for the passing rain Clouds keep moving to uncover the sea Stars above us chasing the day away To find the stories that we sometimes need Listen close enough all else fades Fades away It was just another night with the sunset and The moon rise not so far behind To give us just enough light To lay down underneath the stars listening to All the translations of the stories across the sky to do our own constellations